Ma Xiangyang and Bai Wanrou looked flustered, drenched in sweat as their affair was exposed.

“What? I—I didn’t!” he stammered, glancing nervously around.

The commotion had already drawn a crowd, and to everyone’s surprise, even Director Li from the textile factory had shown up.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Shameless. Broad daylight and the widow’s fooling around with her brother-in-law in the hospital room.”

“They looked so proper and decent, who would’ve thought they’d engage in such incestuous nonsense.”

“I saw that guy brought in with burns just yesterday. That woman was clinging to him, sobbing her heart out. I thought they were husband and wife. Turns out she’s the sister-in-law, and now his actual wife caught them red-handed.”

The gossip buzzed loudly outside the hospital room, and more people gathered by the minute.

They didn’t know how much Comrade Jiang Manyue had heard or seen, but no one expected her to flip the script and make a scene.

If word got out that they were caught committing something as vile as incest, their reputations would be destroyed for good.

Everyone stared at them with contempt. They absolutely couldn’t admit to anything.

Bai Wanrou bit her lip hard, holding back her resentment, her eyes full of grievance as she tried to explain, “Manyue, you misunderstood.”

“I just got too worried when I heard Xiangyang was injured. After all, he got hurt saving me.”

“And he’s only been looking after me out of respect for his late brother. You can’t slander me like this.”

“If it really bothers you, I won’t come again. Please, don’t get the wrong idea.”

The white lotus routine kicked in—tears welled in her eyes, a few falling pitifully.

With just a few words, she painted Comrade Jiang Manyue as a paranoid, jealous, petty woman.

The onlookers exchanged glances, slowly nodding as if everything suddenly made sense.

Ma Xiangyang felt heartache watching Bai Wanrou cry. This crazy woman—how dare she hit the woman he held dear.

But with so many people watching, he clenched his jaw and forced himself to keep calm.

“So what if we didn’t hold the wedding as planned? I’ve already told you—we’ll have it once I recover.”

“There’s nothing going on between your sister-in-law and me. Don’t go getting all jealous over this. And now you’ve even raised your hand to hit someone.”

“Apologize to her immediately, or don’t expect me to ever forgive you.”

“……”

Ma Xiangyang’s brows furrowed tightly, his eyes narrowed in anger.

In the past, Jiang Manyue would’ve panicked the moment he acted like this. She’d rush to apologize submissively without hesitation.

Besides, he was already offering a compromise—promising to hold the wedding later. If she kept pushing now, she’d be ungrateful.

He thought that since he was backing down, she should be grateful.

But this time, Comrade Jiang Manyue’s eyes were filled with tears, her sorrowful expression tugging at the heartstrings.

She bit her lip as if swallowing her bitterness and grievance.

After staring at Ma Xiangyang for a long moment, she finally lowered her head and said, “Fine. I’ll apologize.”

Ma Xiangyang’s anger eased as soon as he heard her give in.

He knew it, this woman loved him to death. She was just throwing a tantrum because he left her on their wedding day to rescue his widowed sister-in-law.

To get his attention, all he had to do was threaten her a bit, and she’d obediently admit she was wrong.

The next second, Jiang Manyue grabbed a megaphone, and a harsh screech burst out of the speaker.

“Zzzzzzt!” After the loud feedback, she shouted into the megaphone:

“I was wrong! I was wrong to let my husband abandon me on our wedding day to play the hero for his widowed sister-in-law, only to end up disfigured and crippled!”

“I was wrong not to back off and give up my job, so that you could bribe Director Li and hand my position to your widowed sister-in-law!”

“And I was even more wrong to see the two of you hugging and kissing with my own eyes—and still pretend it was nothing!”

“……”

Her “apology” echoed through the hospital, loud enough to be heard on every floor.

Ma Xiangyang stood frozen, his face flushed with shock. “Y-You call that an apology?!”

An apology? What a joke.

Reborn once more, Jiang Manyue was done being his doormat.

Bai Wanrou nearly lost her footing. Panicked, she rushed forward to snatch the megaphone from her.

“Jiang Manyue, shut up!” Director Li panicked too, finally remembering why they came.

“You gave up your job willingly! It had nothing to do with me—don’t slander people!”

But Jiang Manyue raised the megaphone again and broadcast even louder:

“Slander? I never signed any resignation letter. Director Li, how exactly was my resignation submitted?”

Director Li’s face turned deathly pale. Seeing that she was about to spill even more, and determined to make this public—

“Quick! Get her out of here!” he ordered, and a few coworkers stepped forward to drag her away.

Clearly, coaxing didn’t work—now they were switching to force.

They were terrified she’d spill more than she already had.

“Stay back!” Jiang Manyue dashed to the hospital room’s window.

She climbed up onto the ledge, half her body hanging out into the open air.

This was the third floor—if she fell, even if she didn’t die, she’d be crippled.

She teetered dangerously and warned the people trying to approach her: “Come any closer, and I’ll jump!”

The ones trying to grab her backed off immediately. Director Li’s face turned ghost-white.

“W-What are you doing?! Jiang Manyue, get down from there!”

If someone died in front of all these people, his reputation—and job would be done for.

“Jiang Manyue!” Ma Xiangyang pointed at her, furious. “Get down right now. You’re only making me hate you more.”

“So what if the job was given to Wanrou? You’re already married to me. Quitting your job to stay home and be a good wife is only natural.”

Bai Wanrou tearfully chimed in, “Yes, Manyue, it’s not what you think. Come down, let’s talk it through.”

She grit her back teeth and continued pretending to be the concerned voice of reason, just get her down first.

This woman used to be all meek obedience, who would’ve thought it was all just an act?

The resignation papers were already signed under Bai Wanrou’s name. Even if Jiang Manyue made a scene, she’d have no choice but to swallow it.

Once they dragged her back home, Ma Xiangyang could smooth things over with a few sweet words—she’d submit, like always.

“Bai Wanrou, stay back!”

Jiang Manyue raised the megaphone again. One hand clutched the window frame, her body swaying dangerously.

She shouted out to the pedestrians below, her voice shaking the entire hospital.

“Everyone, listen up! Ma Xiangyang, deputy secretary at the textile factory, is fooling around with his widowed sister-in-law caught kissing in the hospital!”

“The two of them bribed Director Li from the personnel department to steal my job!”

“My husband is having an affair with a widow, and now even my livelihood has been taken away. They’re trying to drive me to my death!”

A crowd quickly gathered below the hospital. Inside and outside the room, the place was packed with people watching.

“Oh no, this poor girl’s so young—why would she want to kill herself?”

“I heard her fiancé was caught cheating with his widowed sister-in-law. He’s a deputy at the textile factory.”

“They even bribed the personnel director to get her fired and gave the job to the widow!”

“Tsk, that’s terrible. If it were me, I’d probably want to die too.”

The more they didn’t want their dirty laundry aired, the more Jiang Manyue made sure everyone knew.

Ma Xiangyang’s face alternated between red and black, trembling with rage as he tried a softer approach.

“Manyue, come down. There’s been a misunderstanding—we can talk this through.”

Director Li was barely staying on his feet. A few colleagues rushed over to support him.

He glared furiously at Ma Xiangyang—this entire mess was his fault.

If Jiang Manyue kept shouting through that damn megaphone, all their shameful secrets would be laid bare for the world to see.